Chapter 12
POPPY TEA‘I see ’er,’ said Mr Lugg with firmness. ‘I see ’er with me own eyes and she comes back to me.’
‘Touching,’ said Mr Campion brightly. He had just entered Mrs Chubb’s room overhanging the round bar of the Platelayers Arms, to find his old friend and knave in possession and no sign of the D.D.I. Downstairs the lunchtime crowd was pressing round the counters, and the deep roar of conversation penetrated the thin walls of their crow’s nest.
Lugg was better, although there was still a certain whiteness round his eye-sockets. He was not quite so angry, either. There was a hint of excitement in the lift of his many chins and his expression was deeply inquisitive.
‘You will allow it was a funny thing,’ he said. ‘It’s a rum shop, too, and the old corp be’ind the counter ’e’
